Songs of charm - A Prelude to the lyre

I must say that I am astonished
By the variety of things;
By the vanity of deep eyes
By various stars by the sea

Simple orchids
They are hard to miss
Simple darkness
I need in variety of lights

Madding by a crowd
I love this island

Let lions may roar
Confused may I supper
Alone be the beatles
I do what I preach
And let songs do unwind